I couldn't believe how furious I was. Nick, my boyfriend these final two years of high school, followed along after me as best he could. I knew at the pace I was walking my hips and ass would be swaying and giving him quite the view, but I hoped my obvious anger would stop him from making his usual comments.
"Come on Emmy, wait up! I don't know why you're so upset. Everybody knows you are wearing a bra anyways" Nick calls out after me. I refuse to take part in any argument and just walk more quickly to his car. I arrive and stand patiently by the passenger door. Nick comes up on the other side of the car and tries to catch my eye. He opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt.
"Just unlock the damn car and let's go home." I turn to stare at him, and he quickly closes his mouth and unlocks the car. I climb in and after he starts the car quickly turn the radio up so he won't be tempted to speak to me.
***
This wasn't the first time Nick had tried to get me to show off more than I was comfortable with, but it was definitely the first time he had just taken matters into his own hands. Just a few hours ago we had been getting ready to go to yet another graduation party at one of our classmate's houses. Nick's parents were wealthy, and because he was their youngest, they were quite lax with him. They often travelled for all or part of the summer, and had left him to watch the family home while they were in Europe. I picked out my outfit, a pair of jeans and one of my favorite t-shirts. I pulled the jeans up my legs, and struggled to get them over my round butt. Nick and I both really liked my rear, but for a girl my size, 5'3" 105 lbs, the size of it could make finding clothes that fit without being slutty kind of difficult. Nick was always telling me not to worry about it and there was nothing slutty about clothing that showed off a person's butt. I had fastened my jeans was putting on one of my comfortable Victoria's Secret fleshtone bras when Nick came in. He was upset at the bland clothing I had picked out, and reminded me of how I was supposed to have let him choose out my wardrobe for the party last week. It was supposed to be a party where we wouldn't know very many people, but I backed out when we found out our parents were invited as well. Somehow Nick used this against me and I found myself agreeing to let him partially dress me tonight.
Nick ultimately was able to get me into my lowest cut blouse (although it barely shows any cleavage), tank top, and one of my few lacy bras, a green padded bra that didn't do a lot to enhance my small but perky B-cup breasts. I had checked myself in the mirror and thought I looked presentable enough so we had driven off to the party, about 20 minutes away. The party was fun, and after a couple of hours we were both tipsy. Somehow we had ended up together in a bathroom. Nick had quickly moved to get my top off and had me down to my bra when someone started knocking loudly on the door, saying someone was going to be sick. We scrambled to get dressed. I found my blouse on the counter, but couldn't find my tank top until Nick picked it up off the ground next the toilet. He had tossed it into a small puddle of something wet. I was furious, but the banging on the door was growing more insistent. Nick told me the blouse alone would be fine and he tossed the tank top into the trash. Tipsy and flustered I threw the blouse on, and in the mirror I couldn't really see much. We hung out and drank for a bit more until I needed to pee. In the bathroom I checked Facebook and saw that I was tagged in some photos. I clicked to open them and they were from the party. I was shocked to see that in the flash from the camera my blouse became nearly transparent and my bra was clearly visible. Mortified and angry I stormed out, found Nick, and took off with him in pursuit.
Nick turned into the driveway to his house. The car barely stopped moving before I had jumped out, heading towards his door. I waited impatiently while he got out and then unlocked the door. Inside Nick starts to talk, but I am already striding up the stairs to his room. I start gathering my things when he enters.
"Don't even talk Nick. I know you threw my tank top there on purpose! Don't even try to explain yourself. I don't want to hear any excuses about how it was an accident or you were drunk! I hope you enjoyed the view earlier because that is all you are getting tonight!"
Startled at my outburst Nick can only stare as I gather up my things and shove past him into the hall and down the stairs. I collapsed on the couch and sobbed quietly. My life wasn't supposed to be like this. Growing up I had been in a well to do, church-going family. My parents were deeply religious, and my older brother and sister, Jill, and I were all members of the choir and attended a private prestigious religious school in the community. I don't understand why, but when my older brother left for college things started changing rapidly around the house. We went to church still, but often afterwards my mother would cry and my dad would look angry. During all of this my sister withdrew into herself and then started to rebel. Once the preacher and a few other men from the church showed up and talked with my dad, but after only fifteen minutes, my dad began yelling and threw them out of the house. We never went back to church after that, instead my parents began holding a small service for the family on Sundays. At the end of the year I found out from my sister that we would be moved over to the public high school.
During high school we found that our freedoms were vastly expanded. Whatever we wanted to do, we just had to ask and demonstrate we were mature enough to handle it. I found the freedom terrifying at first. Jill loved the freedom though, and quickly become a popular girl with the boys. Her clothing became more revealing and the two of us started fighting at home. I think partly in reaction to this I have always kept my clothing plain. Whatever the reasons for the changes in my family, the result was a very hands off approach to managing me. As long as my grades were high and I stayed safe, my parents let me live how I wanted. That is how I managed to start date Nick and eventually have sex with him. Despite my plain attire, I really did love sex. I just didn't want the whole world to know about it, unlike all the other girls my age. I know for a fact most of them thought I was still a virgin, even though I'd been dating Nick for two years now and having sex for just over one.
My sister never seemed to have any of these problems. She dressed how she wanted, granted pretty revealing, and still seemed successful and happy. I don't remember why we started fighting; probably over some stupid perceived injustice. We hadn't argued in years and since she left for college has always offered her ear. I realized I had just been too afraid to open up to her. Thirsty I grabbed a beer from the fridge. I thought for a while, laying in the dark on that couch. I don't know how much time had passed, but in the end I came to the conclusion that perhaps I had been holding onto my old ways of thinking because I was scared about the future. My parents had changed. My sister had changed. Heck, even my brother, who wasn't even living with us during all the upheaval, seems to have taken a more liberal style of living.
With new found conviction I decided that Nick's pushing was him trying to overcompensate for my shy exterior when we were in public. I resolved to try to be a bit more like the rest of my family and try to move past our religious past. I got up from the couch and gathered my things and headed back up the stairs to Nick's room. I rounded the corner into his bedroom and stopped suddenly.
That asshole was laying there on his bed, no shirt or pants and with his laptop, clearly looking at homemade pictures of girls on the internet! I dropped all my things.
"You asshole! So you can't get me to take off enough of my clothing so have to find some slut on the internet to do it for you?!" I screamed at him.
"GAAAH!" Nick jumped and fell off the bed. He slowly pulls himself up and glares at me. "Where did you come from? I thought you took off and went home?" He picked himself off and sits on the bed, but makes no effort to explain himself or hide the porn on his screen.
"I was downstairs on the couch, but now I wish I had left!" I realized I had started crying. I turned to leave, but suddenly found Nick's arms around me.
"Ssshhhhhh Emmy. Come on now, you know how much I love you," he whispered in my ear. He held me and slowly rubbed my back through my blouse. My tears slowly dried up and I found he had somehow maneuvered us over to the side of his bed. "Come take a quick look at some of these. I really think you're jumping to conclusions without knowing what you're talking about."
I was more than a little curious to see what Nick liked so I let him guide me to the bed and he lay down. My head spun a little bit at the change in position, and I could tell I was still under the effects of alcohol. He wrapped his arm around me and then pointed at his laptop. I looked at the girl on his screen. Her head was cropped out of the picture, and her hands supported a large pair of breasts, her nipples peeking out from between her fingers.
